Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.